Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 282 A Melodramatic Family Show

During dinner, Yan Xun raised this question at the table.

“I was chatting with my neighbor today,” Yan Xun said, putting down his chopsticks after everyone had finished eating. “He said he had worked at the Anxin Nursing Home for a while.”

He looked at his father and asked, "Dad, isn't Grandma living in the Love and Care Nursing Home?"

Do you know Xie Qingdu?

"Xie Qingdu?" The father's expression was one of undisguised confusion. "Who is Xie Qingdu? Our neighbor?"

“It’s that tall, thin man,” Yan Xun said. “He lives with the crew-cut guy and a few others.”

Dad was still a little confused, but with Mom's prompting, he quickly remembered who the other person was.

“Him…” Dad nodded, then shook his head, “No.”

"He's so tall and thin, I would definitely remember him if I had seen him before."

"Really?" Yan Xun looked very surprised and a little at a loss. "But I heard that there is an old lady in the ward where his distant relative is. Every time he visits his relative, that old lady greets him."

"I sound a lot like my grandmother, don't I?"

Yan Xun looked at his father and said, "In Grandma's hospital room, there's a middle-aged man. He has a relative who often comes to visit him."

"You really haven't met Xie Qingdu?" Yan Xun asked, her face full of disbelief. "Did your father forget?"

Dad and Mom exchanged a glance before saying to Yan Xun, "Where did you hear that there's another uncle in Grandma's hospital room?"

"You've been to that ward before," Dad said casually.

“I told my brother,” Shuangshuang said.

"Dad, you forgot? There was a really smelly uncle in that ward."

"Shuangshuang," her mother reminded her, "don't be so rude."

Shuangshuang lowered her head and ate her rice, no longer speaking.

After learning that Yan Xun had learned the news from Shuangshuang, Dad's expression relaxed slightly. "Him?"

"I know."

"That uncle was an acquaintance of your grandmother."

“He happens to be at Anxin Sanatorium too.” He told Yan Xun, “Your grandmother was afraid of having no one to talk to, so she simply stayed in the same ward as him, so it would be more lively.”

Yan Xun felt that there was as much exaggeration in that statement as there was in the boss's empty promises.

"Acquaintances from before?" Yan Xun looked enlightened. "Are they the guests who used to come to our house often?"

"More or less," Dad mumbled.

"When did you become interested in this?"

“I found a book in the storage room by the garage today,” Yan Xun said. “It details some witchcraft and sorcery that can harm people.”

“I just thought of…” He looked at his father, leaving the rest of his sentence unfinished, “Could it be true?”

Dad avoided eye contact, saying, "That's all nonsense."

"What kind of witchcraft is this, harming people?"

"Besides, haven't you always been skeptical of these things?" Dad asked again. "When you were little, you even said that your grandma was always performing shamanistic rituals."

"The teacher said that we must break with feudal superstitions."

The father sighed, "Why are you only interested in these things now that you're older?"

"Yan Xun," his mother said at this moment, "we didn't want to talk about it before because we felt that you were somewhat averse to this matter."

"But since you've asked, we might as well tell you."

“Your grandma used to help people call back their souls,” Mom said, then seemed to realize there was something ambiguous in her words and explained, “People who have lost their souls, who are listless or talking nonsense, often come to you to help them call back their souls.”

"Once the call is received, things will return to normal."

"No, I can only continue living like this, acting crazy."

Dad nodded. "You said before that the guests at home were too strange, either shouting all day long or just staring at one spot without saying a word."

"We stopped mentioning this altogether because we could tell you were disgusted by it."

“But now that you’re all grown up, it doesn’t matter if I tell you,” Dad said. “When you see Grandma in the future, don’t tell her that she’s always doing feudal superstitions and pretending to be a ghost.”

"...Am I that rude?" Yan Xun wondered.

I don't understand what kind of character I am in this instance.

However, he still obediently nodded.

After saying this, Dad looked at his younger brother as if he had remembered something.

Lou Yanchuan noticed the gaze and looked up at him.

“Mom raised us with great difficulty,” Dad said. “Even if you dislike these things, don’t keep saying them in front of her.”

"I just have more faith in science," Lou Yanchuan said calmly, putting down his chopsticks.

Dad didn't seem very happy.

His mother quickly patted his arm.

Perhaps sensing the strange atmosphere at the dinner table, Shuangshuang lowered her head even further.

"Enjoy your meal at your leisure," Lou Yanchuan said.

"If you find me really in your way, I'll move out in a while."

Dad said, getting a little angry, "I just said a few words to you, and you threaten to move out."

He looked at Lou Yanchuan's legs, feeling both helpless and reluctant. "You should stay here obediently. If you really move out, it will be inconvenient for you to move around."

"At least Yan Xun can take care of you at home."

“He will have to go back to school eventually,” Lou Yanchuan said. “He can’t take care of me forever.”

“You’re his uncle, what’s wrong with taking care of him for the rest of your life?” Dad said.

Yan Xun: "..."

No? Who should ask for his opinion?

How did a perfectly good dungeon suddenly turn into a melodramatic family soap opera?

Lou Yanchuan smiled, probably also thinking that Yan Xun's father's words were unreliable.

"He'll grow up and start his own family," Lou Yanchuan reminded Yan Xun's father. "Will he still be able to take care of me then?"

He then ignored his brother and sister-in-law and left the dining table in his wheelchair.

As soon as he left, Yan Xun pushed back his chair, saying, "I'll go and try to persuade him."

He was in a bad mood.

"In a bad mood?" Although Dad didn't understand why Lou Yanchuan was in a bad mood, he still waved his hand and said, "Go and talk to your uncle. We're all family after all. What can't be said openly?"

Yan Xun thought to himself, who knows what secrets are hidden in this house? If they were just honest, he and Lou Yanchuan wouldn't have to keep guessing.

He followed Lou Yanchuan to the other party's room on the first floor.

"Did you discover something, and that's why you put on this show?" Yan Xun asked, closing the door behind him.

"Who do you think is paying for my stay here?" Lou Yanchuan suddenly asked.

Yan Xun stood by the door. "Who is it?"

He initially thought it was Lou Yanchuan's own money, but then he realized that if that were the case, Lou Yanchuan wouldn't have specifically asked him about it.

“I glanced at the account balance, and it wasn’t much,” Lou Yanchuan said. “The bank statement showed a large amount of expenditure, which looked like expenses for previous treatments.”

“I don’t get along with your father,” Lou Yanchuan said. “I was surprised that he was willing to take me in.”

"Perhaps they are brothers and can't bear to see you suffer."